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HOLDEN CLARKE. ❝ ━ take all of the courage that you have left, and waste it on fixing all the problems that you've made in your own head.

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❝ ━ we found love right where we are ❞

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“As if you need to make such an opportunity,” Tristan scoffs playfully. He’s pleased that the reactions are not just one sided, that he can raise a blush to Holden’s skin just as readily as his boy can do for him. Tristan’s mind is somewhere between ogling every inch of skin and mapping out the drawing he wants to do. It’s difficult, being this attracted to the model of his work and he bobs his head in a very serious nod as Holden repeats his instruction. Tristan has to clamp his teeth into his lower lip as Holden begins to follow orders, draping his limbs in a way that immediately has Tristan regretting every ounce of his professionalism. He wants nothing more than to pounce, to coat his love’s skin in hickeys, to make sure he knew how lovely he truly was to Tristan. “Nearly, mon amor,” he purrs in a voice that’s gone far too soft and he sets down book and pencil to approach. He touches Holden lightly on the shoulder, angling him a little on the bed. Though the skin feels aflame where his fingers land, he smooths his palm down the muscles of one of Holden’s legs before crooking the other at the knee. The bent leg he nudges a bit further away from the straightened one and Tristan’s fingertips dance along his inner thigh, breath caught in his throat. “Comfortable?” the boy asks in a gentle whisper, unable to resist leaning in to press a kiss to Holden’s forehead.

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Holden traps his bottom lip between his teeth in an ineffective attempt of concealing the grin currently spreading across his lips. “So I have your full blessing to strip down in front of you whenever I please?” He says through a chuckle, both eyebrows rising up towards his forehead in amusement. He had to admit, it was a pretty interesting tactic for attention -- especially in moments where Tristan may be too focused in on his work, or intent on studying for whatever class they shared together. With Tristan’s work ethic, however, it would probably be a bit more difficult to disrupt his focus than that. Holden was never one for not trying, though, of course. His eyes follow the other boy’s movements as he walks forward, his own breath hitching as Tristan’s smooth hands slide down Holden’s inner thigh. Well -- fuck. Having his boyfriend stare so intently at his exposed body was hard enough, but feeling his fingertips skate along the skin of his thighs? Well...that would soon present itself as being to be a problem. A very visible problem, in Holden’s case. “No.” He pouts a bit stubbornly, though he feels his reserve softening the moment Tristan touches his lips to Holden’s forehead. “You can’t touch me like that and then follow up with nothing more than a forehead peck, Tris.” A playful grin breaks through his sulky expression, the boy peaking up at at his boyfriend with nothing but pure mischief shining amongst the brown in his eyes. “Unless you fully intend on making me suffer throughout this, the very least you could do is give me a proper kiss.” And there goes that grin again: goofy, mischievous, and anything if not entirely innocent, in Holden’s eyes.

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“It was you who has suggested it, not me,” he beams back at his boyfriend, eyes never once leaving his figure. Tristan supposes Holden has a very good point – even just lifting off his shirt has the French boy’s mouth gone dry and his eyes going a bit wide. He really can’t help it; he’s just very attracted to the boy currently stripping in front of him and the less clothes there are clinging to Holden’s enviable body, the less Tristan’s able to focus. “Ah, um, good idea, mon ange,” Tristan retorts, gaze drifting down to the belt being loosed from his hips. It wouldn’t matter if Tristan had seen every bit of Holden, moments like this still drew a blush onto his cheeks and had him biting down on his lower lip coyly. He lifts his sketching pencil, just holding it as he contemplates answers to Holden’s question. The first few that flicker into his mind are less than innocent; they’re absolutely filthy actually and Tristan’s a bit surprised. He settles on a vague hand gesture to the bed. “Sprawl out, my love. I need to see all the lines and curves of your body so I can accurately draw them.” Tristan wasn’t even kidding – as much as he’d like to be all over his boyfriend, he also has a dedication to his art that’s telling him to focus.

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Holden chuckles at that, because -- yeah, true. “Okay, so maybe I was just looking for an opportunity to get naked for you,” he teases, a goofy grin edging at his lips. But as soon as his boyfriend’s eyes scan the length of his nearly-naked body, whatever else Holden was planning on saying remains at the back of his throat. A flush spreads down the expanse of the older boy’s chest, the air suddenly punched out out of him at the sudden attention he was receiving. He felt exposed -- and despite the fact that Tristan hadn’t even begun his drawing, he felt...well, he felt beautiful. “Sprawl out?” He makes a weak attempt at quirking up an eyebrow, the joke that would normally follow quickly fizzling out on the tip of his tongue. “Um--” he fidgets a bit, quickly running his fingers through the quiff that’s long sense fallen out of it’s hold as he figures out how to position himself. Propping himself up on his elbows, he hitches one of his legs further up, letting the other one rest out in front of him -- soon realizing with another flush that he was all but spreading his legs for the other boy. “Like this?” Wide brown eyes search blue for reassurance, suddenly wanting nothing more than to do this properly for Tristan.

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Holden runs his hands down the smooth planes of the other boy’s bare chest, fingers catching at the sensitive peak of Tristan’s nipples. A sly sorta grin spreads as his hands linger a bit longer than necessary, thumbs brushing against the nubs once more before moving down lower. The rough pads of his fingertips move deftly against the smooth, tan skin he had long since become familiar with, teeth nipping playfully at the younger boy’s lower lip as he slowly slides their mouths together. And despite their current position, Holden finds himself blushing at the words spoken by the other boy, teeth digging into his own lower lip as his head dips down. “Don’t know how you manage to make me blush at that, when I’ve literally had your dick in my mouth,” he says through a quiet giggle, another flush spreading down his chest at his blunt choice of words. He’s smiling again when his eyes flicker back up to meet Tristan’s gaze, fingers moving to thread through the boy’s disheveled locks as he leans them back until their settled against the mattress once more. “I think I quite enjoy being your inspiration, though.” His grin is soft as he noses along Tristan’s jawline, hands hovering at the boy’s waistline – wondering to himself if his boyfriend’s trousers currently feel as restricted as Holden’s own. “What is it that I inspire, then?” The older boy grins a bit giddily, lips pressed to the sharp lines of Tristan’s cheekbones. 

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Tristan experiences a whole different kind of hunger as Holden’s arms are finally around him, holding his slight body against the sturdy frame of his boyfriend. It doesn’t help that the other’s light English lilt is being used in whispers that sounded so sweet and happy that it has his heart soaring out of his chest. There are teeth at his ear which make his whole body tremble and he’s practically vibrating with energy and excitement, the need to touch and be touched overwhelming him completely. Tristan’s glad Holden takes his wordless lead and is only about a pace behind him when he separates the embrace, moving to lay out on the bed. His eyes drift down to Holden’s hand reaching for his own and he lets their fingers tangle together. Tristan doesn’t miss out on the blush rising to Holden’s skin and he swallows thickly at the sight.

This was really going to happen. They were really about to do this. Everything seemed to move in slow motion and Tristan dips his head to hide his own flattered blush. Honestly, Holden makes him feel like the most beautiful boy in all of existence which is quite a feat considering his opinion of himself was rather low at times. “Je te aime,” Tristan whispers, his voice suddenly thick with emotion as though he was going to cry. He’s sure he’s said it a thousand and one times before but he wants Holden to know before they go through with this where his feelings stand. Tristan’s sure Holden’s the man he’s going to spend the rest of his life with – he has no doubt and he hopes to convey as much in the kiss suddenly pressed to his lips, stealing his breath away. He lets Holden hover over him before lifting his hands to grasp his shirt tightly, pulling them down so he was trapped more completely by Holden’s body, laid out on the bed.

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Tristan’s native tongue always had a sort of effect on Holden that he couldn’t quite explain -- it was the words behind the French, however, that was currently making his chest seize up with a bitten back sob. His breath catches in his throat, wide brown eyes softening with an adoration that could only be found when looking upon the wonderment that was Tristan Dupont. This boy with the hips, the bright blue hues and the breathless lilt to his voice--the boy with the soft, smooth curves and a heart filled with the kindest, purest of intentions--this was his boy. Despite the fact that Tristan and himself had been together for a while now--for practically their entire lives, really--Holden could never quite get over the feeling of being able to call the other boy his. "Je t’aime aussi,” he responds through a shaky, ragged breath, forehead pressed to the other boy’s. “More than anything,” he assures, as if he hadn’t been reiterating this fact since the day they had first met -- sitting cross-legged on Holden’s tiled floor, reading their respective books in silence, all whilst sharing small, secret grins over their shoulders.

As Holden follows the younger boy, knees pressing into the mattress as he leans his boyfriend back onto the mounds of pillows piled at the top of the bed, he can’t help but swallow thickly at the sudden tension mounted in the air surrounding them. It’s heated in a way that has Holden’s skin prickling with anticipation, and his hands naturally slip beneath the cloth of Tristan’s shirt before he can even think about it, calloused fingertips gliding against the hot, smooth skin of the boy’s sides. “Completely--” he nips at Tristan’s lower lip playfully, a small grin perking at the corners of his lips. “And utterly--” his nose nudges against the other boy’s own, lips sliding hotly against the skin of his cheek. “Enamored.” And with that, he leans forward to close the distance between them, a hand moving to cup Tristan’s jaw as he does so, thumb running along the smooth, sharp cheekbones of his boyfriend’s face. And just like every other time before this one, Holden gets lost in the kiss -- loses himself in the slow slide of his mouth against Tristan’s, a noise bubbling up in his throat at the way the younger boy’s lower lip feels when he sucks it between his teeth. There's a possesiveness in the action that has Holden grinning into the kiss. His boy.

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Tristan beams at the kisses smudged to his damp cheeks, giggling happily as Holden’s breath falls against his lips with the returned confession of love. He could listen to the boy say those words all day — maybe sometime soon they’d be able to do just that. He watches as Holden moves towards the bed, sprawling out in a way that allowed blue eyes to rake over his figure appreciatively. The way Holden’s expression changes has Tristan’s peals of laughter getting louder, shaking his head enthusiastically. "You are ridiculous, mon amor,” he scolds but moves to grab a few of his art pencils from the kit he’d brought with him from Arlington. He takes a seat cross legged on the floor, a fair distance away. “I cannot draw you like one of my French girls if you are still so clothed,” he drawls, tapping the soft eraser against the plump of his lower lip. “And I make no promises anything will be drawn if you strip down — it is quite the predicament.” His smile is wry and his eyes glittering with excitement, still fondly stroking over the spine of his newest treasure.

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Holden’s hands fold over his stomach, chin dipping down as a flush spreads across his cheeks. He never typically found himself as being worthy of the beauty that was Tristan’s art, but each sketch that the other boy had done of him in the past had somehow proved his previous insecurities to be completely untrue. Even now, as the younger boy’s eyes wander down the length of his body, Holden can feel the heat prickle at the pit of his stomach -- he feels desirable beneath the heated gaze of his boyfriend’s stare. He feels beautiful. “I knew you’d try to get me naked,” he giggles quietly in response, quirking up an eyebrow in a faux-suggestive manor. “But I suppose I shouldn’t distract you from your drawing, of course.” Despite his words, however, he’s already starting to peel off his top, quickly tossing it to the side shortly thereafter. “I suppose I can undress a bit for you -- though maybe I should leave my pants on for now. Don’t wanna tempt you or anythin’.” A sly, though somewhat timid, grin peaks at the corner of his mouth, hands working to open his belt bucket so he can slide his trousers over his hips and off the bed. “Now-- where do you want me?” Another coy grin appears on his lips as he speaks, despite the small feeling of vulnerability that came with being so exposed to the other boy in that moment -- not that he hadn’t seen far more of Holden at this point, of course.

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Text: Holden and Nathan

Nathan: Gosh, Holden, I didn't know you played guitar too! We should jam.

Holden: yep! i've done piano longer, but i love my guitar. i wrote something on it pretty recently for tristan's christmas gift, actually.

Holden: i'd be down for a jam though !

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Holden’s head shakes stubbornly in response, fingers deftly pushing up the fabric of the other boy’s shirt and skating over the bare skin there. “S’not true.” He follows the words with another quick shake of his head, moving the material further up Tristan’s chest until he’s pulling it off completely. “You make everything beautiful, love.” He bites kisses along the length of the boy’s jawline, making sure to map out each and every spot that makes his boyfriend squirm and tucking the information away for later. “Your art, the way you speak -- you breathe beauty into everything, Tris.” The words come out in a whisper almost, brown eyes wide with sincerity, and soft with an unmistakable fondness as he pulls back slightly to look at the boy--his boy. “I’ve just had the distinct pleasure of witnessing said beauty for the past thirteen years.” The grin that pulls at his lips is affectionate, the boy huffing out a quiet laugh before catching his boyfriend’s lower lip between his teeth and pulling him back into a proper kiss.

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Text: Holden and Nathan

Nathan: I love that one.

Nathan: It was really good, and it made me think.

Holden: it's awesome!

Holden: falling slowly was one of the first songs i learned on guitar actually.

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Tristan’s cheeks flush a darker red than the pink they’d been sporting since their texts as soon as the door was pushed open. He is practically vibrating where he stood on the balls of his feet, flitting over towards his boyfriend the moment his figure was within his sight. Smells of the food Holden had gotten for them waft into Tristan’s senses and he lets out a pleased little sound before wrapping his arms around the boy’s middle. “Oui,” he mumbles absently. “I am not ashamed to admit to being eager for you,” he adds, nuzzling into the hug that Holden can’t return with his hands so full. Eventually, Tristan pulls back so that the other can take care of their food. Some part of Tristan almost wants to start eating now — to build up some stamina or at least quell the need to rumble from his suddenly empty stomach. He resists though. Eating would make him feel bloated and not at all desirable to his most perfect boyfriend. He’d probably do something embarrassing like catch the hiccups midway and force them to stop. Tristan wants his and Holden’s first time to be magical and though he’d forgone the rose petals, there was still an element of specialness lingering in the air. He moves to go perch daintily on the edge of the bed, crossing his ankles and gripping into the duvet behind him. Blue eyes track over Holden’s body shamelessly and his smile goes a bit shy. “You are so lovely, mon ange,” he whispers, almost more to himself than anything else. “C’mere?”

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Holden’s teeth latch onto his lower lip, the action concealing the full force of the grin that was threatening to take over the lower half of his face. The sight of Tristan always seemed to reduce him to this, though -- a giddy, giggly idiot that was constantly overwhelmed with a feeling of fondness every time his boyfriend was in the vicinity. “Yeah?” He quirks up an eyebrow, placing the bags onto the nearest table and letting himself fall into the warmth of the other boy’s embrace. The older nuzzles lovingly at the sensitive spot beneath his ear as his arms wrap around the boy’s shoulders, his soft hair brushing up against the tip of Holden’s nose as he does so. “Well I suppose there’s no use in me denying the fact that I’m just as eager for you, then.” He whispers through a giggle, nipping playfully at the younger boy’s ear. His previous hunger had been pushed aside the moment their text conversations had steered elsewhere, and had been completely wiped from memory as soon as he spotted Tristan on the other side of the door.

Holden pouts a bit as the other boy moves away, but doesn’t hesitate a second in following him towards the end of the bed. His hands reach out to thread his fingers through Tristan’s, a flush running up his neck with the way the boy’s eyes track up and down the length of his body. “Not half as lovely as you, Tris.” Fondness creeps along the edges of his smile, softened eyes carefully spanning the expanse of the boy’s face. “You kind of take my breath away sometimes.” All of the time. He moves closer so that his legs are bracketing Tristan’s, head dipping down to pull the boy’s lips into a soft, slow kiss.

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Text: Holden and Nathan

Nathan: Yeah, Once.

Holden: ha, that's funny, because, like, it sounds like you're saying that you've seen a musical 'once,' but really you've seen /the/ musical Once.

Holden: which is one of my favorites, btw.

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Text: Holden and Nathan

Nathan: I've seen plays with my mom. They're okay.

Holden: have you ever been to a musical, though? those are the best!

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Text: Holden and Nathan

Nathan: You and your broadway

Holden: broadway is life, nate.

Holden: you should come see a show w/ me sometime !!

Holden: have you ever been to one?

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Nathan: Thank you very much.

Nathan: I've never even heard of that.

Holden: really? it's a musical!

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Nathan: yes and no

Nathan: Can't we talk about our favorite movies?

Nathan: I don't know what mine is, but I do like Pippi Longstocking.

Holden: of course we can, bud.

Holden: i don't think i've ever seen that! my favorite is probably moulin rouge. i pretty much know the entire dialogue at this point.